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Slip, trip, and fall

On the ice, like mice

We scurry about —

Afraid of the cat,

Looking for cheese.

Slip, trip, fall and splat,

As we lunge forward,

We brace for the fall,

Arms out in front

To protect our faces.

We try again and again,

To walk on water,

To make physics bend.

We dream and we drift.

It’s a curse and a gift —

To wonder and wander

About what is near and what is yonder.

Slip, trip, fall, Do it again!

It is the only way to learn, my friend.